super rad tattoo, yo. I love that movie!
Here’s my Aristocats tattoo! It’s fresh, just done yesterday, so Marie and Duchess look a little red and swollen, but once that dies down they are a beautiful white. It took a 2 hour 10 min sitting with no breaks, and was a bitch pain wise when it came to the colouring on the frame! Soooo worth it though :)
I got it to symbolize me and my mamma. She’s my best friend, I’ve never met another mother and daughter with our sort of unbreakable bond. I’ve had a very tough teenagehood with severe and incurable rare health problems. I got this a day after my 20th bday as the beginning of a fresh start. So it symbolizes many things for me. My mamma got just a little matching Marie with my name underneath. My banner says ‘darling’ because Duchess says it to Marie a few times in the movie and my mamma has always called me darling ever since I can remember.
I am in absolutely in love and can’t wait to get my next Disney tattoo!Custom work done by Maggie Shields @ Hart & Huntington, Niagara Falls, Canada.
Trans love
If you had a large sum of money (let’s say somewhere around $100,000 to $500,000) and wanted to do something to help young, low-income trans* kids, what would you do?
(please reblog)
I have always hoped to have a safe-haven/home for LGBTQ youth that are mistreated by their families/society. In my mind it would be kind of like a free hostel-like community for people who suffer from the same problems. Maybe it would even have properties of an orphanage, where loving families could go and “adopt” someone. That way it would offer both short term and long term and help.
I love this. I want it.
Taken from and inspired by the work featured on http://www.elephantart.com/catalog/ …
I have always loved elephants. Ever since I was a child I felt a strong bond with them. If there is such a thing as a Spirit Animal, mine is without a doubt an elephant. They’re always around me in some form - whether in media or a random toy in a store.
I got this particular piece tattooed on my ankle because I felt like it would forever bond me with an actual elephant. Now I will always walk with an elephant friend.
(Bette Jean via SG via malloreigh via femmethings)
Look! A beautiful woman with an (apparently) flat chest. I can look like this.
You already do, girl <3
Languages I want to know
In order of desire:
- French
- Dutch
- Swedish
- Spanish
- Italian
What the order should be:
- Spanish
- French
- Some other important ones
- Italian
- Something much much more important
- Dutch
- Something even more important
- Swedish
Uh oh… sucks when people get languages tattooed that they don’t speak!
“I love you” in 15 different languages.
just as a reminder that I am loved by someone, somewhere, unconditionally.
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
Sister in Christ
You have no idea how much that means to me.
Rest in Peace, Ma
At 8:45 tonight, my greatgrandma Teeny Mae Woods (Ma) passed away. She was 99, turning 100 in 3 days. We knew it was coming a few days ago when she went back in to the hospital, and yesterday the doctor gave her 12 hours. I thought I was ready for this. I’ve been talking about it as if I was ready, but I wasn’t. How could I possibly think this could happen without me being affected or crying? Even though she lived 3 hours from me, Michael, Mom, and I have been heading over there 2 or more times a year, and it was great. Hanging out in her living room just enjoying each others’ presence; learning how to crochet; playing cards; watching televangelists; chatting with Arley in the mornings; drinking coffee loaded with milk and sugar; quilting, hugging, loving, crying. And the coconut cream pie! So many great memories in that house, with that wonderful woman. I remember the time we tricked her into going to the beach with us. The waves make her nauseous, but she was so happy. It was a beautiful evening.
I know it was her time. She has been ready for years, and I didn’t understand why until I was older. It became more and more apparent year by year. She would sit and silence and suddenly you would see her eyes swell red and fill with tears. She wanted more than anything to be with Jesus. So are these tears I’m crying because I’m happy? I should be happy that she’s finally at home with her Savior. I keep trying to focus on that scene. Jesus holding Ma with a new and perfect body in His arms. I know that’s where she is, but it makes me cry even harder.
Every time we would back out of Ma’s driveway I would stare out of the car window waving and crying as Ma stood on her front porch doing the same in return, wondering silently if it would be our last time together. As we would pull away I would see her walk inside, and I would try to hide my tears from Michael and Mom. But as I grew older, I think she gained a kind of immortality in my mind. Every time we left and came back and she was still there. I started to cry less, and eventually I became able to choke back my tears. It makes me feel sad that the last time I heard “You’re Ma’s baby, you know that. And I love you, you’re my baby”, I didn’t cry. I smiled and rolled my eyes. Little did I know that would be my last.
And so I’m making up for that now, crying my eyes out during out first Shabbat dinner. I keep thinking I’m ready to go back out, but then the tears keep rolling.
Rest in Peace, Ma. I love you so much.
